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Welcome to Ruby’s World

Phoenix Woman, not the angry young… fill in your pseudonym, the words burning across the page that used to be the lump in my throat, the rock on my chest, the skewer in my heart, I cannot recite it, act it, sing it, deny it, I am not the feminine porcelain doll, Bathsheba/Isis of whom Nirvana took its toll.